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Great day, lie to me, ok, will not do such… rotten beyond belief with short glimpses of beauty. Why, can somethings bring so much happiness but looking deep, these bits of happiness come from something so miserable. Balance right? Balance, it is so hard to get, keep and maintain. Why me? Term found familiar? Unknown, this real life, this dirty, bad experience of how people speak, how people react, how people reflect images, thoughts and feelings. Miss oneself, that got lost in so much. Miss being home, miss having peace, miss having quite and peace and space, miss someone that was unknown-but thought he was. Truth brings out the worst and no one is truly trustworthy. No one really answers questions, no one really cares. No one listens and no one reads anything anymore. Not emails, blogs, posts or text.

Life is filled with snaps and imposters, life goes on with paint that no one sees and life with no witness but canvas that’s blurred, just as sight. Gone, without notice. Goodbye